I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

"To carve out a path like this, you need a postman. That person is you. Previously you saw the road facing east, this time you see the Rift Valley from the other direction. That is home."

Ulysses was still in a state of confusion.

"I don't feel like I've accomplished anything. But what makes you think this road leads home?" asked the postman.

“All roads lead to someone’s home. Home may not be where you were born… Home can be a place in your heart, a moment of introspection, a piece of history. It can also be where you give life.”

"From what I've seen, the Great Rift Valley... the Great Dividing Range is a place where you walk over and over again and your footprints become roads."

"You're the only one who voluntarily travels back and forth here, and you've chosen a difficult path. It's you who has filled the land before the Great Divide with life, enduring cold, heat, and storms..." Ulysses murmured to himself, "This goes beyond work; it holds deeper meaning for you. If this place weren't home, how could there be such a profound connection?"

Ulysses was also puzzled. He didn't understand why the postman didn't understand these things. Why was the postman so indifferent after the town he built was destroyed?

"I've walked a lot of hard roads, not just in the Mojave, but in other places as well. This doesn't mean anything." The postman began to wonder if Ulysses was crazy.

After all, she was just a postman, just a postman who moved around for bottle caps. She did a lot of things, but she never thought that there was anything magical or worth being proud of. She just did what she was supposed to do.

"That speaks volumes. Even if you deny it, put it aside, those things speak to who you are, to what happened here. Courier, it was you who walked that path, keeping the Rift Valley alive. It grew from your actions, huts... camps... filling this old-world city. A new nation could have been born here, a new beginning, new ideas."

"NCR residents are able to breathe the new life of the Mojave through the Great Rift, breathing new life into the Mojave. This route acts as a supply line, connecting the eastern and western regions, much like Hoover Dam. But unlike the dam, it is not from the old world, but created by you."

Ulysses sighed deeply after he finished speaking.

"What you said is still just hypothesis." The postman pointed out.

"No, this is history, real history. The NCR recognized the value of the road you created and laid claim to it, whether the people there wanted it or not—just as it's happening elsewhere in the Mojave."

"When the bears tried to use this supply line to turn the tide of the war, the legions arrived, bringing news. Sometimes with swords, other times... with messengers."

"You already know what happens next, just like I know what happens to you next. This time, you and your team will bear the burden. Go west, towards the sunset, without stopping, until the sun sets. I will wait for you there." After saying that, he hung up the phone decisively.

The figure in the distance who was silently monitoring the postman team in the building also left.

"I don't understand, Commander. Why let him escape? I mean, we could definitely capture him. I can activate my cloaking device, or you can prepare a puppet to cover me here."

After watching Ulysses leave, Aliana asked the postman through the communication.

Sun Yang expanded the window visible only to himself and typed an explanation to Ariana. After all, with EDE nearby, it was difficult to speak, and it would be best if the postman didn't hear what he was saying.

Ulysses is the most formidable scout in this land. His experience is no less profound than yours. He knew someone would be using a cloaking device to kill him, and he's already prepared a countermeasure. If you approach, the traps there won't hurt you, but they'll be enough for him to escape. He knows this place well.

[Also, Ulysses won't take the initiative to attack any of us. I have this confidence. You may not realize that he is in great pain right now.]

[Suffering?] Ariana felt that Ulysses was gloomy, repressed, and depressed. Perhaps he was also suffering.

He had just spoken a great deal, mostly to the postman, trying to evoke her memories of this place and her guilt. He sincerely hoped to lead the Great Divide to prosperity, to recreate the pre-war America that he believed was better than any other power, a prosperous one. He had probably once been truly grateful to the postman for bringing prosperity to the Great Divide.

But now, the Great Divide lies in ruins. Ulysses' dream of rebuilding America lies dormant beneath these ruins.

He was the only one who had survived the Great Divide, and he felt it was his duty and obligation to preserve the history that had taken place there. As long as he lived, the mighty America was not dead, but merely waiting to be awakened by Ulysses.

But such a heavy burden is unbearable for any single person. Even Ulysses, crushed by his own sense of responsibility, never had the chance to build the soil and opportunities of his idealized America. The NCR, the House, the Legion—none of them could achieve the prosperity of pre-war America. The package the postman delivered ignited this canyon, and so did his dreams.

[But he couldn't just die like that. Once he died, this dormant America would completely disappear along with Ulysses' death.]

After a long period of confusion, Ulysses tried to call a postman. He would tell the postman his experiences and thoughts, bit by bit, letting the postman know the history of this area and let the postman share his pain.

[In this way, even if the postman kills him, the sleeping America will remain in the postman's mind, and his dream will have the possibility of continuing.]

Sun Yang looked at the yawning postman in front of him and tried hard to recall the conversation he had just had.

It is not yet time to confront Ulysses. We must wait until the time is right. Sun Yang will convey these words to the postman, and then let the postman make the decision.

No matter what the result is, it is the result of the confrontation and discussion between the Postman and Ulysses.

217 Road

Outside the collapsed tunnel are several kilometers of elevated highways that barely maintain their basic structure.

On both sides of the road, one could see buildings shattered by the nuclear blast, and empty houses barely standing in the wind. Below, all that could be seen were waves of upturned soil and rocks, and houses buried within them.

Everything has been destroyed. Only the few remaining ruins tell of the past.

The postman team didn't rest much, they kept walking on the viaduct. There were still some red zombies wandering on the bridge waiting for an opportunity to ambush, but these were no longer a threat to the postmen who had gradually adapted to this place.

In the middle of the elevated highway, a tall building was broken in half. The upper half of the building collapsed onto the highway. The Red Ghouls stationed in the building posed a challenge to the Postal Squad, but with Ariana's precise shooting and the others rushing in and attacking fiercely, they were quickly slaughtered.

The bleak wind blew, causing the exposed metal of the buildings to creak, as if they might collapse at any moment. The postal team did not dare to neglect their journey again. They hurried on, their heads held high, and they kept running.

At the end of the highway, the Postal Team discovered another missile silo control center exposed outdoors.

Looking from this control center toward the center of the Great Rift Valley, one can only see the once prosperous buildings blown away by the shock wave and stacked nearby, with the plates squeezed together to form an insurmountable terrain.

The postman and Ariana tried to open the door of the silo, but the door seemed to be locked and could not be opened easily.

Ulysses had mentioned earlier that the Ashton missile silo was already locked in preparation for launch. No entry or exit was allowed until the launch sequence was complete.

However, rather than launching the missile, Sun Yang thought it would be better to remove the missile's warhead, at least to prevent it from destroying the land further.

"What are you going to do? It's already in combat position. Trying to force it out of combat is tantamount to suicide. God, this nuclear bomb is too close to us." The postman looked at the control console in front of him and the launch silo hatch not far away. "But what if the launch silo hatch is also broken..."

"That's what I'm worried about. Ariana, take your puppets and remove the armor plating from the hatch."

Sun Yang produced several puppets out of thin air like magic and handed them to Ariana to control. Then he found a bunch of Saturn alloy daggers and cutting tools and gave them to her.

"Then we..." The postman didn't know what to do for a moment.

"Wait! Wait until I finish my work! Why don't you take the initiative to call Ulysses? That guy probably values ​​you very much." Sun Yang turned around and shouted, then followed Ariana downstairs.

"Even if you say so, I don't know how to contact him. But then again, it was the boss who asked me to come here. How does he know so much... No, I guess he's here to dig for treasure. After all, this place is said to be so mysterious. Damn, I really didn't expect this damn place to have anything to do with my package delivery." The postman scratched his head with difficulty, and then the familiar call voice suddenly rang out from EDE again.

"What are you doing?" Ulysses' tone revealed a rare hint of surprise.

"I'm waiting for my boss to commit suicide by dismantling a nuclear bomb. Didn't he return from the Great Mountains after completing his training? I trust him more when it comes to dismantling things," the postman said indifferently. "Although I don't know the way out yet, since you can get in and out smoothly, I think I can too. Why, are you looking forward to me launching the nuclear bomb so that I can remember something?"

"If you die here, it will be fate. I didn't expect that you might die like this. Let a scientist who came from nowhere manually dismantle a nuclear bomb that is ready for activation..." Ulysses sighed.

"Hey! I can hear you! How dare you criticize others, Ulysses? You, who have not received formal scientific training, know nothing about science! I have already figured out the teleportation technology!" Sun Yang shouted twice in the direction of Ulysses.

Ulysses was silent for a rare moment. He didn't expect that the person in charge of dismantling the nuclear bomb would be so noisy.

And what Sun Yang said was not wrong. Ulysses did not have time to comprehend so many cutting-edge scientific and technological aspects.

"Tell me about our business. Tell me everything you want to tell me. After that, we don't need to talk anymore." The postman also put on a nonchalant expression.

So Ulysses slowly and silently told the postman what little he remembered and wanted to say.

After passing Ashton Missile Base, the edge of the Great Dividing Range lies ahead. That is the Postman's masterpiece, the history she has buried underground. Everything Postman Liuha has brought to the people here.

All of this happened because of a package delivered by the postman. The markings on it were identical to the nuclear bombs from the Great Divide. Perhaps the markings weren't exactly the same, but that was enough.

The military markings on the package were from a place once ravaged by bears in the West. Perhaps the mail carrier saw the logo on the package, which resembled a local military base, and that prompted her to take the package to the Great Divide.

Navarro Air Force Base, once the Enclave's garrison base in the NCR people's memory, has now been destroyed and the technology in it has been taken back by the NCR.

What these people don't know is that the Enclave was actually founded by the elites of pre-war America. It's perfectly normal for them to use the same flag as pre-war America.

It’s just that the Enclave changed the pattern in the middle of the flag to a capital E, so Ulysses said there were some differences.

And this package contained a device, a detonator to Ulysses. Ulysses had never seen or heard of anything like it.

It is impossible to verify what it was because the device was lost in the explosion.

Ulysses knew very well that it was the postman who brought it in, after all, Ulysses had followed the postman all the way.

After scouting here, he chose to observe secretly first. Then he watched with his own eyes as the postman gradually opened up new trade routes, bringing vitality to this great watershed.

It was the postman who gave Ulysses hope, giving him reason to believe that his dream might come true.

He had personally watched the postman deliver the package to the town gate, and then return to NCR with ease. When the postman safely returned to NCR territory, the package, after several twists and turns, gradually approached the military base here.

When the equipment here turned on and began to speak, it activated, and the Great Divide answered. The missiles buried in the well exploded underground, causing the sky to collapse and the earth to crack.

Sand, ashes, and the dead, under the sky of the Great Dividing Range, there is a cemetery.

Ulysses didn't remember much of what happened next. He only remembered the violent impact and the deafening roar before he lost consciousness. When he regained consciousness, he had been sent to the automated doctor's cabin by a group of eyeball robots.

The package not only activated the launch device of the old nuclear bomb, but also activated all the equipment in the surrounding pre-war base, including medical equipment and those eyeball robots.

The robots began repairing themselves and other machines, then flew out of the base and began collecting the needed parts and information inside the Great Divide. Without humans leading them, these machines could not even leave the launch silo.

When these machines saw the American flag on the back of Ulysses' long jacket, they determined that he was an American and stuffed him into the medical cabin for treatment.

Ulysses was the only survivor of what was once the Great Dividing Zone, now the Great Rift Valley. It was history that saved his life, and it was a totem that saved his life.

"So, all this happened because I delivered a package whose purpose I didn't know?" The postman covered his mouth. In the distance, Sun Yang and the humanoids were still working together to remove the cut silo cover.

"A single package can shatter everything, just like a platinum chip can determine the fate of the Mojave. I'm guessing that platinum chip is in your or your teammates' hands, and the death of the Old World is in your hands."

"This relic of the old world. If carried to the right place by the unwary, it could unleash a bloodbath on its own."

After telling the postman about his problems and situation, he seemed to calm down a little.

"I think we have nothing more to say. Where should I go to find you?" The postman stood up again.

"In the deepest reaches of the Great Divide, through the wreckage of the Rift Valley, you will find me. My new home is there, among the dead. You and the machine, keep your eyes fixed on the towering tower on the horizon... and you will find the way. We have come this far, and the road ahead is not far."

Ulysses fell into complete silence after he finished speaking, and no matter how the postman called out, it was of no use.

Not far away, Sun Yang and Aliana had completed the dismantling work, and the explosion area had been moved to a safe place by Sun Yang.

After the nuclear bomb components were removed, the Ashton Missile Base was no longer under lockdown. The postman opened the gate, and everyone took the large, inclined elevator down into the base. The closer one got to the core of the Great Divide, the worse the surrounding environment became. Unfortunately, this base was located very close to the core area.

The Ashton Missile Base has been occupied by burrowing creatures. It has existed for two hundred years and was hit by a nuclear bomb implosion-level shock wave. The geological structure nearby is no longer stable.

This allowed the surrounding burrowing creatures to easily infiltrate and attack the Postman Squad. The Postman Squad fought off wave after wave of burrowing creatures on the inclined elevator. If they had not been equipped with quite good protective gear and firepower, they would not have been able to escape alive with just the firepower of the Postman Squad.

The interior structure of the Ashton base was essentially the same as the bases the team had previously encountered, but the problem was that this base was more fragile and unreliable than the one outside. Furthermore, the diggers' reckless excavation had made this already fragile base even more fragile.

The nearby shattered concrete and metal walls were dotted with holes dug by diggers. These holes facilitated the diggers' advance, but also meant that the entire base's walls might have been hollowed out.

The postman couldn't imagine what would have happened if he had just launched the missile. Perhaps the base would have collapsed under the impact of the missile launch.

218 Ashton Base

Sharp claws swept towards Joshua's arm. He blocked the burrower's claws with one hand and used his plasma pistol with the other to tear open the burrower's belly.

A large hole was burned in the burrower's abdomen, and the scorching plasma destroyed all the tissues in its body. Joshua threw the corpse out, knocking away another burrower that was trying to climb up.

The two diggers, one dead and one alive, were smashed under the elevator and rolled under the slide rails of the inclined elevator. They were instantly crushed into meat paste by the heavy elevator.

Invisible souls floated out from these corpses and merged into Sun Yang's body, but at this time Sun Yang had no time to check how many souls were currently in his body.

"Damn, this elevator is too slow!" Even with Joshua's good manners, he couldn't help but curse.

A large number of diggers were awakened by the vibrations caused by the inclined elevator. They crawled out from the holes and cracks they had dug. In the dim space, only a few hands and feet could be seen and there was a sparse, frantic sound everywhere.

Fortunately, the Courier Squad's helmets had night vision capabilities, otherwise a large number of their bullets would have been fired into the air. Even so, the team's accuracy wasn't very high. The main reason they were still holding up was because it was difficult for the Burrowers to leap onto the elevator. Most of them were swept into the elevator before they could reach it.

After seeing this situation, Sun Yang placed a lot of other automatic weapons and ammunition in the center of the elevator. Now the Postman Squad must maintain multiple automatic weapons to withstand the attacks of these diggers.

Sun Yang also took out a semi-automatic shotgun and fired at the diggers in the distance, but after he finished firing several magazines, he felt something was wrong.

"That's not right. How could there be so many?" Sun Yang was a little confused. He felt that this team had killed hundreds of burrowers. Why did it feel like these creatures were coming out in full force?

"Commander, is it possible that there's a lair beneath that road? If you destroy it, they'll hunt you to the ends of the earth?" Ariana skillfully cleared out the approaching burrowers at close range.

No way, no way, we can't be that unlucky. The original work doesn't seem to mention where their nest is.

That's not right. Shouldn't their holes be connected underground? These guys are so good at digging holes... Is it really because of me that the difficulty has increased?

Sun Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead. Fortunately, the postman team didn’t notice anything strange, otherwise he would have lost face.

The Postman and Cass, armed with two PKM machine guns, strafed the distant cluster. While these weapons didn't look American, they didn't care. They used them anyway. As long as they could get out of trouble, they'd use whatever the Legion had.

There was still a steady stream of diggers crawling out of the cave. It was obvious that these diggers were not smart enough to judge the situation. They really came out in full force without leaving any troops behind.

Some creatures will actively avoid fighting when they see the situation is unfavorable during collective action, such as wolves, which will retreat if one or two are killed or injured.

Some people just don't have enough ideas in their heads. Once they get excited, they have to fight until they are exhausted. For example, buffaloes or wild boars will just keep charging forward with their heads down.

These diggers seemed to be blinded by anger. As the inclined elevator descended, more than 400 diggers died under the firepower of the postman team.

By the time the inclined elevator reached its destination, the road was littered with the bodies of the burrowers. Not a single burrower had escaped, after all, with Ariana's precise shooting and the superior firepower of the others, no one would escape alive.

"It's worthy of being a place that has been imploded by a nuclear bomb. It's so dangerous. If it weren't for this idiot Ulysses, this journey would have been thrilling, exciting and very enjoyable - instead of him torturing my brain with riddles and general words. Is it great for smart people to know a lot? When I see this guy, I will smash his head into the ground." The postman carefully placed the PKM with the empty bullet on the ground.

She was quite fond of all kinds of weapons, and this kind of fast-firing and powerful machine gun was especially loved. After complaining, the postman turned back to look at Sun Yang, who was thinking about how to edit the "reason for the large-scale appearance of burrowers."

"Boss, if you had such good stuff, why didn't you take it out at the beginning?" The postman touched the PKM machine gun beside him.

Because this thing was made in the Soviet Union, it's very strange to appear in the United States. Sun Yang complained silently in his heart.

Sun Yang couldn't think of a suitable American-made machine gun at first, and the lack of any inscriptions on it would easily give it away. As for the domestically produced laser machine gun, it was so damn big that even the postman and his men, without power armor, had trouble lifting it.